By Zephyria 
Since he couldn’t afford to waste another day, Park Hae-jun snuck out behind Lee A-gon’s back to do part-time work. It was his previous PA job, controlling traffic during filming and getting cursed at by people.
When he returned exhausted after barely completing the work, Lee A-gon was seriously upset. He was angry, asking how Park Hae-jun could do this to him.
When Park Hae-jun said that was all fine but he was too tired now and wanted to talk after showering, Lee A-gon said he needed to inspect him first. He wanted Park Hae-jun to show his nipples and bare his buttocks.
That’s when Park Hae-jun lost it. He argued with Lee A-gon, raising his voice. When Park Hae-jun asked if he didn’t trust him, Lee A-gon replied with tears in his eyes that he could only be at ease if he saw Park Hae-jun’s private parts. When Park Hae-jun pointed out that this was essentially saying he didn’t trust him, Lee A-gon protested that it wasn’t. He then shouted asking why Park Hae-jun kept breaking his promises.
When Park Hae-jun said he needed to earn money, Lee A-gon retorted that it was his job to do so. When Park Hae-jun asked how he would earn money and if there was anything he knew how to do, Lee A-gon finally burst into tears.
Lee A-gon cried profusely. Seeing this, Park Hae-jun felt bad. He felt like a terrible person nagging at his incompetent husband.
“Fine, look then.”
In the end, Park Hae-jun tossed off his clothes and showed Lee A-gon his chest and his hole. He didn’t even feel much shame anymore over such trivial matters.
Even while crying, Lee A-gon inserted his fingers into Park Hae-jun’s hole. Then more fluid came out.
“Fuck, it’s like registering a fingerprint.” Park Hae-jun gritted his teeth and muttered.
Meanwhile, Lee A-gon thoroughly examined Park Hae-jun’s hole until his wrist was soaking wet, and when he was somewhat reassured, he dejectedly said, “I’m sorry. I’m so useless, making you suffer.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Park Hae-jun answered curtly as he wiped his genitals and pulled up his pants. He had climaxed twice during Lee A-gon’s inspection. Now he felt like he would ejaculate just from Lee A-gon touching his lower body.
“Please wait a little. I can earn money. Let’s work together.”
“Where would I even…”
Park Hae-jun was about to ask where he could use him and what he knew how to do, but he closed his mouth. Lee A-gon was looking at him with sad eyes.
“I did some research. They say if I get a Computer Literacy Level 2 certificate, I can get a job.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Hyung, I’m not stupid.”
Lee A-gon’s eyes were sad but his expression was sulky as he talked back saying he wasn’t stupid. Seeing this, Park Hae-jun’s heart began to soften. His hands itched with the desire to ruffle Lee A-gon’s hair.
Ah, he was cute.
“I have a plan too. I’ve looked into some certificates I could get. After the Computer Literacy certificate, there are advanced certificates for Excel and PowerPoint. If I get those, I could try for office job positions while doing part-time work… Why are you smiling?”
“Lee A-gon.”
“Yes.”
Park Hae-jun asked with crescent-shaped eyes, “Instead of doing that, want to come work with me?”
Lee A-gon’s eyes widened at the unexpected proposal. “With you? With me?”
“Yes. It takes a long time to get an Excel certificate, right? We need to earn money before that, so let’s earn it together.”
“You’ll take me with you?”
“Yeah.”
Lee A-gon hugged Park Hae-jun tightly. Park Hae-jun smiled.
Whatever, let things happen as they may.
Still, this would be faster than you getting a Computer Literacy certificate. How could someone who believes men can have babies pass a Computer Literacy Level 2 exam?
[Noona, please help us get some part-time work. For me and my friend, two people.]
Lee A-gon was physically weak so he couldn’t do manual labor, and he lacked common sense so he couldn’t work at a convenience store either. He wasn’t quick-witted enough to do delivery work. At times like this, connections were the only thing to rely on. Park Hae-jun contacted Jin A-reum.
[There are positions, but they’re extras work, not staff work. Is that okay?]
Extra work was even better. Lee A-gon could definitely do that.
[Where should we go?]
After a moment without a reply, the phone rang. It was Jin A-reum.
—Is a historical drama okay?
“A historical drama? Of course.”
—You don’t know the true taste of historical dramas yet. They’re difficult. Hot, cold, tough, and filming doesn’t end quickly. You might be fine, but will your friend be okay?
“Yes, we need money.”
A lot of it, actually.
—Well, you’ll probably do fine. Actually, some people who were supposed to come just bailed, so it’s urgent. So…
Jin A-reum told him the filming location and call time before hanging up. The filming location was an outdoor set in Gyeonggi Province. The schedule was for two days and one night.
As soon as they arrived at the site, they changed clothes and got made up in a tent labeled as the makeup room. They said they were short on people and in a hurry, and indeed everything moved quickly.
“Alright, make sure you have your weapons and be careful not to let your beards fall off.”
The two changed into soldier outfits, had beards attached, and began filming. Park Hae-jun instinctively realized that he was playing the role of suppressing a peasant rebellion. Though it wasn’t his first time on set, it was his first time acting since his child actor days. Park Hae-jun spent about two hours running here and there following the irritated directing of the filming director.
“Is it manageable?”
“Yes.”
Surprisingly, Lee A-gon followed the director’s instructions well. Even when there was downtime and they had to wait for three hours doing nothing, he didn’t complain once.
“Everyone make sure you have your weapons. Be careful with the beards.”
Although it was March, it was still cold. Especially in this region, they said there had been unusual weather with snow falling at dawn. The prop staff bent down to sweep away the snow. In the drama, it was supposed to be spring.
“Anyone tall? Tall people. Over 180 cm.”
The supervisor walking among the extras looked at Lee A-gon.
“You’re tall. How tall are you?”
“…”
“What, can’t you speak?”
“About 190 cm.”
Park Hae-jun answered for Lee A-gon, who had closed his mouth due to his introverted nature and shyness around strangers.
The supervisor looked at Park Hae-jun too. “How tall are you?”
“183 cm.”
“Good. Both of you come with me.”
The supervisor beckoned them to follow. When they did, they were given armor and swords.
“Look down from here. Look dignified. Can you do that?”
The supervisor positioned them on the castle wall. It was a spot that directly faced the wind coming down from the mountain. Park Hae-jun trembled in the cold that he hadn’t noticed when he was with the forty or so other extras.
“Is that a dignified expression? You look like you’re freezing to death. Do it properly when the camera rolls. Got it?” The supervisor threatened them and disappeared.
Park Hae-jun barely managed to straighten his shivering body. Glancing to the side, he saw Lee A-gon standing with a calm face.
“Lee A-gon, a-aren’t you cold?”
“I’m fine.”
“L-liar. I’m sh-sh-shaking like this just standing still.”
“Hooo,” he tried blowing breath on his frozen hands, but couldn’t escape the cold. The skin exposed outside his armor was bright red. Seeing this, Lee A-gon took Park Hae-jun’s hand. Park Hae-jun’s eyes widened. Lee A-gon’s hand was as warm as a heater.
“H-how?”
“It’s my ability.”
“Your ability? If it’s an ability, surely…”
The ability to control his own body. Park Hae-jun’s face brightened.
“I see. You can regulate your body temperature with your ability. Wow, I take back what I said before about it being a useless ability. This is really amazing.”
“Hyung, you never actually said it was useless…”
“Ah, so warm.”
Park Hae-jun held Lee A-gon’s hand tightly and rubbed it against various parts of his face. He wiggled his fingers to burrow into the inside of Lee A-gon’s wrist. Then he muttered as if talking to himself, “I’m jealous. I wish I had an ability like this. Then I wouldn’t be cold in winter.”
Hearing those words, Lee A-gon slowly curled his fingers and said in a dejected voice:
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That I… can’t raise your body temperature right now. I’m sorry.”
“What are you talking about?” Park Hae-jun laughed out loud at the absurdity.
“How could you possibly control someone else’s body at will? That’s impossible even for SS-class. No, it’s impossible for anyone in the world, Right?” Park Hae-jun added, holding Lee A-gon’s hand tighter.
This was just right. Just holding hands with Lee A-gon, whose hands were warm.
“Still, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, enough. There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“…But.”
“And controlling someone else’s body using an ability? Isn’t that kind of creepy?”
Lee A-gon looked flustered at those words. “Is it creepy?”
“Yeah.” Park Hae-jun nodded. “I think it would be quite unpleasant. Someone controlling me as they please? I find that scary and don’t like it.”
“…”
“Anyway, it’s something that couldn’t happen in reality. Let’s stop talking about it.”
“I’m sorry.”
Lee A-gon apologized again in a trembling voice and hung his head. And he couldn’t bring himself to look up for quite some time.
“For what? For not being able to raise my temperature? Come on, stop it. I’m fine, really.”
Although Park Hae-jun tried to comfort him, saying that raising someone else’s body temperature wasn’t possible, Lee A-gon still couldn’t raise his head. Finally, Park Hae-jun grabbed his face and lifted it. A face that looked like it was about to cry was revealed.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to say sorry.”
Innocent kid. This overly kind kid who apologizes again and again because he feels bad for maintaining his own warm temperature.
“I’m not cold at all being with you. So don’t say you’re sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong. Got it?”
When Park Hae-jun pressed his cheeks with both hands, Lee A-gon’s lips protruded like a fish.
Ah, he looks even uglier. Park Hae-jun thought to himself.
“I asked if you understood, Lee A-gon.”
“Yesss.”
Lee A-gon finally answered after a while. But his sad and gloomy expression didn’t disappear throughout the entire shoot.